a torrid love affair.

Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart It was probably a bad idea. Everything about her screamed bad, but Korri had lived a lifetime of ignoring his self-preservation instincts. More than that: he was curious about the mare. About her circumstances, her lifestyle. He wanted to see that strange, awful face up close. And he wanted to know... how much she knew about him. Orphan boy — he had not been for a long time. Something about his answer enraged her. Korri felt it from his perch: the gnashing, thrashing, wild emotion she vented through one of her three strange mouths. He hesitated, head tilted, before he spread his wings and leapt in a deft motion, spiraling once or twice before he came to land a few paces away from Miin. There, he folded his wings in a (perhaps foolish) gesture of goodwill. "You have died?" Korri asked, leaving off all formalities. His eyes skated over her eyes, her mouths, down the long, long lengths of her legs. She was even stranger up close. A thrill crackled through his nerves, that instinct still kicking strong. He ignored it. "I was looking for them because I believe what they did is deserving of punishment," Korri explained calmly. His manner came as a direct contrast to Miin's wild rambling. "But you think death is a kindness, instead?" His head tilted as he waited politely for further explanation. He probably ought not argue with the creature, but... But he did not understand. Perhaps if she could die and then return, she experienced things in a different way. But for those who couldn't come back.... Those whose lives were cut short, cut off, their dreams unrealized and their hopes shattered... That was a fitting punishment, wasn't it? Korri hated the taste of doubt. But it was there, in the back of his mouth.

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ooc// all good!